Spoon Game: Tales of a Tagging

By: Gwen Pearson  

Competition is an interesting thing, as it can show the best and worst in people. Some competitive people are seen as driven, and passionate, while others can become ruthless. I suppose it all depends on perspective. The Spoon Game is a way to foster our own opinions on each other as we compete and handle competition. The dedication to the game is a must– otherwise no one would survive. But exactly how far we carry this dedication is the reason I had a rather intense experience with the Spoon Game during my junior year.

 

I have avoided competition many times in my life in order to control myself. While I tell people I am not competitive, I am in fact extremely competitive and I should probably say “I avoid competition” not “I’m not competitive.” I guess I wasn’t thinking about this when I signed up for the Spoon Game. Or maybe I just underestimated how competitive it truly was and therefore I warn those of you who are like me; this game is serious, and people will handle it as thus.

 

Take, for example, people like Kip Hallagan, a graduate of the class of 2017 and a skilled veteran of the Spoon Game. Kip is a nice guy. Let me just start this with that. He is a very nice guy, and a great student. However, his competitiveness is revealed during the Spoon Game. Like I said at the beginning, some people become ruthless when it comes to competition. Kip attempted to eliminate me twice during the Spoon Game: one failed and the other succeeded in dramatically ending my run in the game.

 

The first time, I was eating breakfast with my friend at The Breakfast Nook. Kip was not eating there, but a few of his friends were and they noticed I did not have my two-liter soda bottle (we had gotten to this stage by then). Apparently, his friends texted him and told him to drive to the restaurant to get me eliminated. But before he arrived, the owner of the restaurant put a sign on the door that said “spoon free zone” and had a sign that said “no outside food or drink allowed inside.” Regardless, Kip came inside and tagged me out. My friend and I texted a coordinator for the game, who agreed that I wasn’t eliminated, and the saga ensued.

 

The second, and successful, time Kip tried to get me out I was at Panera. I had called in dinner for my family and I and I had driven over to pick it up. I had my bottle in the car with me but, I left it in the car. Not on purpose– I was just stressed. I had been doing a million things that day and picking up the dinner was the last on my list. I walked through the first door and there they were, the entire boy’s track team. It all kind of happened in slow motion, ironically. Kip spotted me and I ran as fast as I could out the door. I turned around and there he was behind me, clutching his bottle and sprinting as fast as he could. I picked up the pace and ran even faster through the parking lot, fumbling with my keys, trying desperately to unlock the car and make it there before he could tag me out. I looked back one more time and he was two steps behind me, all of his friends standing at the door cheering him on. He finally caught me, right as I had my hand on the door of the car and tagged me out. The worst part of it all was that I had to go back into Panera after that to get the food since it was already paid for.

 

Looking back at it now, I can laugh at it but at the time it was humiliating and miserable. I was a junior, oblivious to the intensity of the Spoon Game and the people in it. The game is very fun, and I’m not telling this story to hold people back from participating. I think you should play the game, it’s a special privilege that only the juniors and seniors have. I’m just giving my own wisdom and advice: if you’re going to play, take it seriously and don’t underestimate the other players. Comprehend the power of the spoon, or the soda bottle in my case.

One thought on “Spoon Game: Tales of a Tagging

  • January 8, 2018 at 5:19 pm
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    Great article, as a main component in the storyline and an outspoken individual, I feel the need to convey my perspective. The actions depicted in this article are entirely correct, with little to no dramatization. While some have called me a “psychopath” or a spoon game “hardo,” I was merely good at what I did. People are constantly trying to come at the all time great, Tom Brady. Haters try to debunk his methods and tarnish his reputation, however, he is a walking definition of success. Now, is it wrong to try and emulate such an extroidinary individual? Maybe. Has success followed him and his instensity? Absolutely. So maybe I am a psycho, but if that’s what it takes to be successful, then maybe we all need a little bit of psycho in us.

    Spoon on fellow psychos, spoon on.

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